
09-16-2010, 12:03 AM
That Girl in Room seven-three-nine
There was a girl,
a silent girl,
that girl in room seven-three-nine.
She had no classmates,
no papers to grade,
no answers to divine.
That silent girl,
that invisible girl,
that sat in room seven-three-nine.
No seat assigned,
no homework to do,
no teachers to keep her in line.
But you see, that girl,
that silent girl,
had been dead for thirty years time.
I won't let you die
I read your life story,
it made me cry,
to see all the frailty,
and innocence die.
It can't end like this.
I'll help it in living.
In my library for keeping,
and later for giving.
Here it is safe,
from evil and war.
Safe in my care,
to one day restore.
This pain
This pain is all i'm feeling,
it's crammed inside my head.
All these tumultuous emotions,
all these things i fear and dread.
They attack me when i'm sleeping,
while I toss and turn in bed.
I hope they cannot follow me,
past the grave when I am dead.
But I know they can and will,
for there are things you cannot mend.
A shattered soul cannot be whole,
however diligent you tend.
And even though they're evil,
of this I am quite sure.
I let them bully and accost me,
because I don't want a cure.
For these feelings come from within,
in my deepest heart of hearts.
So really, how can I stop the hurt,
where indeed am I to start?
To tell or not to tell
Would you tell me all your fears?
all the things that you hold dear?
Because it it pains me and it sears,
that it isn't me to whom you confide.
I want to help I want to help,
more than anything in my being,
I want to help I want to help,
But I can't heal what I'm not seeing.
Last edited by angelclawz; 10-11-2010 at 12:54 AM..
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